9-5

First day back at workee. Madge came to our joint so it made getting to work easy. We got an email last week reminding us that although we work in athletics we need to clean up our dress code- ie, stop wearing flippyfloppies, beat up tshirts and worn out sneakers unless the work related task at hand calls for it.


Since I haven't put a work outfit together in over a fortnight- and the last time I fit in regular sized work clothes? Let's just say it took me a while to figure it all out. So I get to work to have meetings about meetings, to touch base and to promote synergy, and you know what I see? Many of those sumbitches in their flippyfloppies, beat up tshirts and worn out sneakers. Oh wells. I looked nice.


I must've subconsciously wanted to go home for lunch (even though I prepared not to) since I forgot my packed lunch in the fridge. Not having to pump in my office on my first day back was good. Our walls are a little on the thin side so something tells me my boss might hear the rhythmic chug of it pulse along when I finally get around to doing it there.


I was spent from putting out fires and trying to blaze through the accumulated emails since Maksim's birthday so I called work quits around 430. I ran out to the track and sped through an eight minute forty second mile (not bad for someone who HATES to run- I had my five fingers- had to put them to the test!), stretched a bit then decided to call my workout quits since I wanted to be at home with BB.

I'm blogging from my BlackBerry because I don't want to be tempted to surf the Internets when I need to be spending QT with my BB.

New BB developments: he grabbed something. On purpose. And seemingly because he liked the texture.

Pics attached: what I woke up to this morning and BB gazing at him mommy crinkling his ducky.



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